Seraphina's POV
The voice that spoke near my ear was cool and smooth, with just a hint of warmth underneath and an unmistakable edge of authority. Like someone used to being listened to.
My eyes snapped open.
I found myself staring directly into a pair of striking black eyes flecked with amber. They were unusual, mesmerizing even, set in an undeniably handsome face.
The man looked to be in his late twenties, impeccably dressed in a dark, tailored suit that screamed money and taste. But it wasn't his good looks or expensive clothes that made me freeze completely.
It was that feeling.
That strange, inexplicable pull that hit me the moment our eyes met. It was eerily similar to what I'd felt when I first encountered Adrian—that electric awareness, that sense of recognition my blood seemed to know even if my mind didn't.
But it wasn't the mate bond.
